. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . <c KING TIME Was time made for wasting ? No, rather to use,Then down with the sleepy Old sluggard of Snooze! When lo! mid the strains of this noble song The host extended his arm. See there, said he as he looked afar, Tis the old Dark Ages farmAnd rising beyond those barren fields The towering Mount Now see ! he said, as he pointed again,: Do you notice upon the sideOf the mighty hill, a narrow path - A sort of a mountain slide ? And everyone looked as the host observed,Twas there that the Wollerp died. 164 KING TIME And no
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . <c KING TIME Was time made for wasting ? No, rather to use,Then down with the sleepy Old sluggard of Snooze! When lo! mid the strains of this noble song The host extended his arm. See there, said he as he looked afar, Tis the old Dark Ages farmAnd rising beyond those barren fields The towering Mount Now see ! he said, as he pointed again,: Do you notice upon the sideOf the mighty hill, a narrow path - A sort of a mountain slide ? And everyone looked as the host observed,Twas there that the Wollerp died. 164 KING TIME And now they went ticking through Dickery town, And skirted the beautiful greenSurrounding a castle fair and high Where the Tockish flag was seen;Twas the beautiful palace, Succotash, Of the faithful Limabean. And now through the outskirts of Tickerleen They rushed at a terrible rate,Till, ringing the clock-work bell like mad, The queer little train went straightThrough the beautiful Passing Hours Park, By the Fleeting Moments Gate. Then, speeding through Almanac Place, they flewThrough the Calendar Row, and down The beautiful Keyhole BoulevardTo the palace of the Crown, Through the beautiful Square of Golden DaysTo the very heart of town. And the boy required no friendly voice To answer his wondering stare,For the sights he saw on every side Assured him that they we
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